She Is Me
The crowds were in awe as she filled the rooms with grace
so effortlessly the mere thought of her hidden
insecurities flushed her face heedlessly.
She was a girl I used to know as irresolute as they come
if she knew how marvelous she had potential to be she
wouldn’t have surrendered her weakness so easily.
She was a girl I used to know very coy and innocent but
like lotus flowers, all women evolve with diligence.
She became a phenomenal woman who could face many
fears standing with great posture on top of many blundered
years.
This woman I know today is wiser, the woman I know today
works harder.
The woman I know today looks into her mirror and seeks
validation only from who she sees, the awesome reflection
looking back at her is me.
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